Standing beneath the steeple, playing in the cornfields, learning to be a pastor while trying to faithfully preach the Good News, and the church who loves me anyway.

Whoa!

Whoa! I don’t remember being this far in the country when I visited. I walked behind my house this morning and there are billions and billions of cows. (And these funny little “Cowbirds” which happily sit on the cows backs!) I walked a little farther and all I could see was cornfields. I have since learned there are approximately seven miles of cornfields behind my house, and that the father and son who own all of this are both connected to my church.